After standing still for a long time, chuxuan controlled the tripods, turned into a streamer, and flew away towards the extremely cold milky white air, and again approached the mountains for a distance.

In the distance from that layer of milky white extremely cold gas less than a mile, Chu Xuan just stopped.

He can't go on. The temperature here is too low. At the moment, the surface of Tianding is covered with a light layer of frost.

Although it will not affect the heavenly tripods, the mysterious flame has obviously become much weaker.

At the moment, the sky tripods are surrounded by clouds and misty water vapor. Even if the mysterious flame on the Tripods is burning, the surface of the Tripods is still covered with white frost.

This scene is rather strange. The speed of the power of order in chuxuan's body is also a little slow, and the channels and blood vessels become a bit cold, infinitely close to zero.

The culprit for all this is not the milky white cold air, but the strong Taoist rhyme emitted from the runes.

It was not only the body that affected him, but even the cultivation of Chu Xuan seemed to be frozen. This feeling filled his heart with haze, which was very depressing.

Hesitated for a moment, chuxuan reached out and touched the thick milky white air of extreme cold. He started to feel the cold, and instantly formed a layer of frost, and a trace of Daoyun was captured by him.

This trace of Daoyun is very thin, but it reveals the vicissitudes of time, engraved with the desolation of the years, as if it will never disappear.

With his own power of order will be a trace of rhyme to the package, there is still a piercing cold, so that his body slowly covered with a layer of light frost.

Strong man with a bone chilling, palm slowly clenched, the body of the flame rubbed up a burning, driving the cold, eyelids droop, quietly feel this trace of Qi in the rhyme.

After feeling for a moment, just suddenly opened his eyes, eyes twinkled over a trace of fine awn.

Nodding his head, he said calmly: "it turns out that this is really a Scripture about the extremely cold road. The runes engraved on the mountains are all captured from the road of extreme cold order."

"I don't know who wrote this text. I really want to see him with my own eyes."

The person who wrote this scripture was very talented and gorgeous. Even Chu Xuan had a sense of admiration and an impulse to get to know him.

However, from the Scriptures, he felt a trace of chaos and desolation. It can be seen that the Scriptures have existed for a long time.

If that person is a great master, he will always be the enemy and never die.

If the other party is not the big master, it is very likely that he has been sitting in the world of mortals and has no chance to meet in this life.

Under the pressure of the emotion in his heart, Chu Xuan slowly raised his right hand, the chain on his palm clattered, and the bodhi tree above his head floated and dropped a little golden awn.

It is only when he is engraved with the cold that he can see through the cold mountains.

Shua Shua

About an hour later, Chu Xuan, with both fingers and swords, imitated and depicted some runes on the mountain in the void, and speculated on the verve, artistic conception and Daoyun of those runes.

Chuxuan forgets to do all this, alone in front of the heavy mask of extremely cold gas.